Watching Pang Hong's slowly retreating figure, Lin Qingyi complimented, "Brother Pei chose a fine disciple."
Lin Qingyi was not in the least bit flattering. He had spent a considerable amount of time with Pang Hong, understanding the young man's thought process well.
He was also well aware that the other party always carried a dagger on his person, seemingly prepared to use it against him should he try to exploit him against Pei Xuanjing.
Lin Qingyi wasn't offended by this, but rather, praised it deeply in his heart.
Such a sensible disciple, who knew when to advance or retreat and was willing to sacrifice, was something he might not be able to achieve himself, but he found such a person worthy of admiration nonetheless.
Pei Xuanjing smiled. Having heard Lin Qingyi's description, he also thought highly of Pang Hong. The boy's actions pleased him significantly.
Even though guiding the boy initially was unintentional, his cultivation of the boy was genuine.
